Twuz Da Nite Befur Krissymus,
By Klemunt Moarz Kitteh
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Twuz da nite befur Krissymus
an ahl tru da howse
mai hoomin had surcht
fur mai katnip mowse.
We finulee gib up.
It cud nawt be fownd
no madder how a lot
Ai mohpt arownd.
Now da stockinz wur hung
by da chimnee wif kayr
an mai hoomin had askt me
tu pleez leeb dem dere.
Da goggie wuz snuggult down
gardin da mattress
az delooshunz ub sleepin dere
danst in hiz hed.
Ai had rejecktud
mai hoominz heat lap
an fownd a gud plaze
fur a lawng wintur nap.
Wen owt on da lahn
dere aroze such a cladder,
Ai opind wun eye
tu see wat wuz da madder.
Awai tu da winnow
Ai deesidud tu creep
Ai climed up da blindz
tu see ho stahpt mai sleep.
Da moon showd me onlee
a yard full ub sno,
owt in da kold
wher Ai dont lyk tu go.
Den wat tu mai wundurin eyez
shud appeer
however a liddel previous hoomin
and sum funee deer.
Ai new dat mai hoomin
wunted St Nick tu kum,
so Ai tinkt dat diz man
muzt be da wun.
He an hiz deer
tu da roof dey den flyd,
wif a lot shoutin an stompin
Ai cud nawt sleep if Ai tryd.
Ai wuz tinkin he shud ub juzt
nockt on da doar,
wen he kum down da chimnee
an land on da floar.
He wuz drezzt ahl in fur
frum hiz hed tu hiz ft,
an Ai hoped dat he brawt
me sumting tu eet.
Hiz eyez, dey wur twinklee.
Hiz fayze, it wuz merri.
He muzt hab bin kold.
Hiz noze lukt lyk a cherri.
He wuz so chubbee
he muzt hab ayt lotz ub meals,
an Ai lafft wen Ai noticed him
in spyt ub mai temper.
He had an enormous bag
up hello on hiz bak,
an Ai new wen Ai noticed it
Ai shud clime in dat sak.
He turnd arownd
an didunt mayk ani moar noyz.
He went tu da stockinz
an filld dem wif toyz.
Den he turnd bak to me
an he gib me a wink.
He had wun moar prezunt fur me
Ai did tink.
Wud or not it’s toona
wich Ai reelee adoar?
No! He put a brand new
katnip mowse on da floar!
Ai didunt wach him
az he went awai.
Ai wuz so xcytud
dat Ai wunted tu plai.
But Ai hurd him xclaym
az he went owt ub web site,
“Happi Krissymus tu ahl
an tu ahl a gud nite.”
At eez.
